Luck’s driving so he only glances at me for a second. “Why you thinkin’ like that, Dante?”

“Nothing. This whole fuckin’ mess is making me realize I should make sure she’s better taken care of. He told her I sent him to pick her up because the club was on lockdown and he was takin’ her to our safe house.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You haven’t been together that long. She’s young. It’s not a stretch that you wouldn’t have shared everything with her.”

“No. But he used that against her. Someone else could.” I stare straight ahead. “I told her she can trust you. I’d send you. Explained we ain’t got a safe house.”

“Good.”

“But beyond that. We all know the risks. You seem to understand…know her needs. So if something happens to me, I want you to make sure she’s okay.”

Luck doesn’t seem to know what to say to that.

I think of how to explain it better. “I don’t want someone like Romeo gettin’ his hands on her.”

“Yeah. I hear what you’re saying. Of course. But can we not talk about something happening to you. It’s bad luck.”